"Of course," the Big Business Man interjected under his breath.
"If the drugs should ever get out of our possession down here, immeasurable harm would result to this world, as well as causing our own deaths. If we leave now, we save ourselves; although we leave the Oroids ruled by Targo. But without the power of the drugs, he can do only temporary harm. Eventually he will be overthrown. It is the best way, I think. And I am ready to leave."
"It's the only way," the Big Business Man agreed. "Don't you think so?" The Doctor and the Very Young Man both assented.
"The sooner the better," the Very Young Man added. He glanced at Aura, and the thought that flashed into his mind made his heart jump violently.
The Chemist turned to Lylda. "To leave your people," he said gently, "I know how hard it is. But your way now lies with me—with us." He pulled Loto up against him as he spoke.
Lylda bowed her head. "You speak true, my husband, my way does lie with you. I cannot help the feeling that we should stay. But with you my way does lie; whither you direct, we shall go—for ever."
The Chemist kissed her tenderly. "My sister also?" he smiled gently at Aura.
"My way lies with you, too," the girl answered simply. "For no man here has held my heart."
The Very Young Man stepped forward. "Do we take them with us?" He indicated Oteo and Eena, who stood silently watching.
"Ask them, Lylda," said the Chemist.